Where do you go, when you go?You move to the rhythm of something I don't knowWhat do you do, when you do?If I could only find a way to get out of these bluesAround you I'm weightlessIn your sight I'm blindMy heart knows I must have youBut I'm paralyzed in my mindIf you could show me a signI might know what to doSeeing your face sometimes makes rainbows over my bluesWhere do rainbows come here fromAppearing out of thin air?Then just as quickly as they comeThey are no longer thereIt's an old sign of hopeIt can have a pot of gold at the endIt's a sign of the timesThat I'm out in the coldMaybe we'll just be friendsFreeing myself somehowGonna make rainbows over my bluesBright and brilliant it may beAt the end is my destinyIs it a pot of golden loveOr just the blues and me?